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Murdoch, "there is great truth, according to mine own experience, in that which you affirm. I may state, I trust, without over-boasting or conceit, my respected friend, that my learning is not inferior to that of our neighbour the clergyman it is not inferior in Latin, nor in Greek, nor yet in French literature, Mr.
But, I daresay, I have by this time tired your patience; so I shall conclude with begging you to give Mrs. Murdoch not my compliments, for that is a mere commonplace story; but my warmest, kindest wishes for her welfare; and accept the same for yourself, from, Dear Sir, yours, etc. IX. To HIS COUSIN, MR. JAMES BURNESS, WRITER, MONTROSE. LOCHLIE, 21st June, 1783.
Glad to see you, old man," said Transley, shaking his hand cordially. "The wife has had so many good words for you I am almost jealous. What ho, Linder! By all that's wonderful! You old prairie dog, why did you never look me up? I was beginning to think the Boche had got you." Grant introduced Murdoch, and Y.D. received them as cordially as had Transley.
And Mr. ?" "Mr. Murdoch," Transley supplied. "My chief of staff; the man who persists in keeping me rich," Grant elaborated. "I mustn't keep you waiting longer. Dinner is ready. Dad, you are to carve." "Hanged if I will! I'm a guest here, and I stand on my rights," Y.D. exploded. "Then you must do it, Frank."
"A bust by Chantrey serves to perpetuate the remembrance of his manly and intelligent features, and of the mind of which these were a pleasing index." We may imagine the shades of Watt and Boulton, those friends so appropriately laid together, greeting their friend and employee: "Well done, thou good and faithful servant!" If ever there was one, Murdoch was the man, and Captain Jones his fellow.
Chesney, Rutland, and Murdoch worked together, side by side, like one man or forty! and when time was called for an instant on the Yates twenty-five yards it was to bring Galt, the blue's left tackle, back to consciousness and send him limping off the gridiron. His place in the line was taken by an old Hilltonian, one Dunsmore, and the game went on.
The fittest survive no more; these gregarious, new-born things presently form themselves into a pestilential society, they breed rubbish, they " "By God! stop it, John," said Murdoch. "Now you're going too far. Look at Tarrant. He'd burn you over a slow fire for this if he could. Speak for yourself at any rate, not for us." "I do," answered the other bitterly. "I speak for myself.
"There is a tradition that official word is sent in advance," Grant tried to explain. "Aye, a tradition. There's a tradition that a Scotsman is a dour body without any sentiment. Well I must call the women." He hurried up the stairs and Grant settled back into his chair. So this was the home of Murdoch, the man who really had earned a considerable part of the Grant fortune.
Oh! if ye saw my distractit faither! He left me just as you cam in, wi' the tears o' sorrow rinnin doun his auld cheeks. Will ye think o't, my dear Murdoch?" "I couldna get the key frae Andrew Todd," said the gratified deacon, "unless I told him an untruth." "A lee for guid has been justified," said the wife.
They say it doesn't look reasonable, and I tell them no more it is." "And then they buy it?" "Aye, they do. That's human nature. There's as many members booked now as can be accommodated in the first colony. I suppose they reason that they will be sure of their winter's housing, anyway." "You don't seem to have much faith in human nature, Murdoch."
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